The Devil of the Walking Street

14.

Swell didn't know that Lan Ming wanted to pack himself up and leave the church.

Lan Ming didn't tell him about it either.

So be it.

Christmas is coming.

Lan Ming woke up when Swell opened the door, but the warm quilt made people really not want to open his eyes. He turned his back to the man, signaling that he had something to say quickly.

The man rubbed his fluffy hair: "get up and go out with me."

Lan Ming's answer was to wrap his head directly with the quilt: "Go by yourself... let me sleep for a while-uah!!" A feeling of complete numbness like electric current surged from the tailbone, and he bounced off the bed tremblingly. He stared up at Swell in disbelief.

The man actually stroked his protruding tail from beginning to end.

The pornographic bishop's lips curled up: "Are you awake? Touch it again if you're still sleepy."

Lan Ming retracted his tail and hid behind him, feeling that the other party was going too far. Although this kind of behavior was not OOC to the Archbishop, he took the brown sweater handed over by the man, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing..."

Swell looked at his watch: "Buy something."

15.

The winter sky always brightens very late, but today is different from usual—at a certain moment last night, snowflakes came to the city silently.

When Lan Ming and Swell opened the door of the church, they saw a layer of Italian-style streets covered with white snowflakes, and the Gothic buildings were reflected quietly and dazzlingly.

White water vapor gathered and diffused around the lips of the two.

Lan Ming put on his hat, tightened his scarf, and directly stepped down the marble steps covered with a thin layer of snow—in a sense, "smooth horizontal surfaces" do exist. Sliding directly to the ground.

Swell: "..."

Lan Ming's expression was serious, pretending that he didn't see Swell's suppressed smile, he carefully supported his body, intending to stand up, but there was nowhere to exert force under his feet, the cold snow melted into water under the warmth of his palm, wet Dipping into his hands.

WTF!Marble is a snow day nightmare!

Swell was so funny that he stepped forward and grabbed Lan Ming's arm, trying to help him get up.

With a "crack", the man also sat firmly on the tiles, taking turns to drag the little devil who had just stood up halfway back to the ground.

The two of them sat on the cold and slippery marble tiles like idiots.

Lan Ming: "..."

Swell: "..."

The aunt in the grocery store opposite finally couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

With a dark face, Swell grabbed the door panel, clutched his tailbone and limped into the church warehouse to take out the non-slip straw mats.

16.

The weather in the morning was originally cool and dry, but it was fluffy and light snow at noon.

The two of them walked towards the church with large and small plastic bags. Most of them contained scattered snacks and drinks. It seemed that there were a lot of them, so they picked them up—it was just too heavy.

Siweier stopped Lan Ming: "Wait a minute, buy a pack of cigarettes."

He does not have a heavy cigarette addiction, but occasionally owes a little.

Lan Ming took the opportunity to relax his arms, put the plastic bag down against the wall, thought for a while, took out a mini Sprite bottle from it, held the bottle and began to shake it up and down.

Hearing the noise, Swell glanced over: "...What are you doing?"

The young man slowly unscrewed the bottle cap and made a long and thin sound of "chuck". He carefully controlled the liquid in the bottle not to overflow: "Release the air."

The man couldn't agree with him when he saw that he tightened the bottle cap after he had let out the gas, and kept shaking it up and down: "Isn't it sugar water?"

After repeating this several times, until no more carbon dioxide was released, Lan Ming took a sip of the sweet and greasy carbonated drink: "I think it's delicious."

Siweier mocked lightly: "Why are you still like a child when you are so old?"

Lan Ming squinted at the other party: "Do you have an opinion?"

Standing under the awning of the grocery store and chatting for a while, the two continued to walk side by side on the pedestrian street.

"What's wrong?" Swell squeezed the boy with his shoulders: "I always feel that you are restless."

Lan Ming was staggered by him: "No."

Swell: "I think as a landlord, you need to care about the physical and mental health of your tenants, what do you think?"

The little devil gave him a vicious look: "Hi, you are a badass!"

Swell was scolded and smiled indifferently.

Snowflakes were falling, and because of the weather, the pedestrian street was sparsely populated, unlike the past.

The soothing Christmas theme song flows from the speakers on the street, the magnetic male voice sings with a little hoarseness, and the crisp copper bells don't seem to intend to step on the beat, but it adds a kind of casual and free comfort .

"You said..." Lan Ming lowered his head, and Swell could only see his cat-eared hat from this angle: "Why did you take me in so recklessly back then?"

Swell: "...Are you struggling with this?" Then he paused: "Because you are so cute!"

Lan Ming was speechless for a moment: "I mean...what if I have ulterior motives?"

"Of course you have ulterior motives!" Swell said in his heart, isn't this nonsense.He raised his head and looked at the high blue sky, there was no sun, only clusters of snowflakes falling—oh, like dandruff.

"A demon ran towards me after nothing happened...it must be holding some kind of ulterior secret." Although I believe the so-called "refuge" of the little devil, there must be other reasons for this. "But you didn't deliberately hide it, did you?"

Lan Ming: "..."

"So, it must not be something very important to me." Otherwise, how could a pure-blooded demon appear in front of the church in a grand manner?Even if this church exists in name only, even if this archbishop lives in seclusion in China.

The man looked at the various shops with closed glass doors due to the weather: "Besides, you can understand that no matter how lively a place is, if you stay for a long time... you will get tired of it."

For a while, there were only melodious songs and the creaking sound of the soles of the shoes crushing the thin snow on the street.

After a long time, Lan Ming seemed to be smiling: "That's hypocritical." Then he realized something was wrong: "So, you just treat me as a pastime?"

"I was discovered by you aha - after all the calculations, it is my force value that is higher." Swell said generously.

Lan Ming: "...you are really confident."

"If you really want to say it, it's just a matter of one thought."

As if sensing something, he raised his head, almost blinded by the man's indescribable smile.

"I'm glad."

The two returned to the church and greeted the staff inside.

"Hi~Handsome guys~" Xu Xiaomei is always full of energy every day—probably like most people in this city. Dig out your own happiness in the corner.

Even if you can't do something earth-shattering, you can't say it meaninglessly.

People here are busy coming and going, arranging to decorate the church for Christmas.

In the open space at the entrance of the church stands a three-meter-high

Lan Ming is sitting on the wooden ladder, and he is inserting a golden five-pointed star on the top of it, and there are several red or silver plastic balls hanging on his wrists, and a string of colored lights around his neck. There is a wooden raft with "MarryChristmas" written in cursive in his mouth-all are Swell's masterpieces.

He hung the raft on the top of the Christmas tree, fiddled with it left and right: "Is it right?"

Swell narrowed his eyes and gestured: "OK."

Lan Ming rubbed his fingers that were a little stiff from the cold, and prepared to hang up the colored lanterns.

"Hello." The man took off his black leather gloves and threw them to the boy sitting on the ladder: "Remember to return them to me later. I'll go in and see what's going on inside."

Lan Ming caught it: "Thank you."

Even if the snow on the ground has been cleared away, people with childlike innocence can always wipe out a ball of snow from the edge of the flower bed, from the car parked overnight, and from various magical places, and throw it at each other , you come and go, intensified.

"Hey, you guys..." Swell looked at some part-time college students in winter vacation who were having a snowball fight beside the Christmas tree with some trepidation: "Be careful."

"You wait for me!" A college student whose head was shot by a snowball was outraged. He took out a handful of snow from the flower bed and rushed towards the other party. His expression was so frightening that the other party had no time to turn around, and ran away. Straight into the wooden ladder leaning against the Christmas tree.

"Ah!" The college student immediately turned around and held onto the ladder, but the person on top had already fallen down.

"sorry!!"

I thought I would hear a scream, but I saw the boss' nephew turning over numbly in the air and landing firmly on the ground.

The college student squinted his eyes and murmured, "Damn it."

Swell kept stretching out his hands, ready to catch Lan Ming's movement: "..."

Lan Ming stood up in front of him, shaking the snow on his body: "I'm sorry for wasting your posture."

The archbishop withdrew his hand calmly and walked into the church.

"What does Jesus' birthday have to do with me? I have a shitty Christmas."

"But everyone has to spend it." Siweier put his arms around the reluctant Lan Ming, but was thrown off by the other party again: "Just spend the holiday with me."

In the church, several male and female staff held down a tall man and forced him to wear a Christmas hat that was too small. His face turned green from the pain, but Xu Xiaomei didn't give up. She was going to put a white beard on him, but because of the frantic swinging of the other's head, she couldn't find the correct position.

Siweier couldn't help laughing out loud watching this happy scene.

"It's a pleasure to change a group of friends after more than ten years."

Suddenly, a young man's sarcastic voice sounded beside him.

A long life and an ageless face endowed this group of special people with endless time, but it also took away the opportunity to savor the life of normal people. I can feel the passage of time and the changes of the years, but I can't experience the rush of time.

If this place is so prosperous, it will eventually be turned into a piece of loess, ground into fine sand and dust by history, and blown away without a trace.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

They all understand.

"Sorry." After realizing what he said, Lan Ming covered his face in a slump, "I didn't mean to..."

Swell sighed, patted him on the shoulder, walked to the door, and joined the group of workers who just made a snowman.

The little devil stood blankly for a while, and finally turned around to help hang the bell on the glass window.

After everything was finished, it was already evening, and a few passing high school students also came in to help during the period.

Swell greeted everyone to get together: "I've got in touch with 'Little Sheep'! I'm treating guests today! Let's eat hot pot together!"

Everyone raised their arms and cheered: "Oh~~~"

Several staff members walked out in twos and threes, but Lan Ming stayed where he was.

Swell: "What's wrong?"

He shook his head and walked towards the stairs leading to the attic: "I'm not hungry. I won't go."

"..." Swell looked at the back of the young man, and suddenly felt that his tenant was really worrying.